Frost snorted. "I certainly do if he has observed it with his own eyes and ears, or gets it from a source known to be credible. A fact doesn't have to be understood to be true. Sure, any reasonable mind wants explanations, but it's silly to reject facts that don't fit your philosophy.
"Now these events tonight, which you are so anxious to rationalize in orthodox terms, famish a clue to a lot of things that scientists have been rejecting because they couldn't explain them. Have you ever heard the tale of the man who walked around the horses? No? Around 1810 Benjamin Bathurst, British Ambassador to Austria, arrived in his carriage at an inn in Perleberg, Germany. He had his valet and secretary with him. They drove into the lighted courtyard of the inn. Bathurst got out, and, in the presence of bystanders and his two attaches, walked around the horses. He hasn't been seen since."
"What happened?"
"Nobody knows. I think he was preoccupied and inadvertently wandered into another time track. But there are literally hundreds of similar cases, way too many to laugh off. The two-time-dimensions theory accounts for most of them. But I suspect that there are other as-yet-undreamed-of natural principles operating in some of the rejected cases."
Howard stopped pacing and pulled at his lower hp. "Maybe so. Doctor. I'm too upset to think. Look here it's one o'clock. Oughtn't she to be back by now?"
"Fm afraid so. Son."
"You mean she's not coming back."
"It doesn't look like it."
The younger man gave a broken cry and collapsed on the sofa. His shoulders heaved. Presently he calmed down a little. Frost saw his lips move and suspected that he was praying. Then he showed a drawn face to the Doctor.
"Isn't there anything we can do?"
"That's hard to answer, Howard. We don't know where she's gone; all we do know is that she left here under hypnotic suggestion to cross over into some other loop of the past or future."
"Can't we go after her the same way and trace her?"
"I don't know. I haven't had any experience with such a job."
"I've got to do something or I'll go nuts."
"Take it easy, son. Let me think about it." He smoked in silence while Howard controlled an impulse to scream, break furniture, anything!
Frost knocked the ash off his cigar and placed it carefully in a tray. "I can think of one chance. It's a remote one."
"Anything!"
"I'm going to listen to the record that Estelle heard, and cross over. I'll do it wide awake, while concentrating on her. Perhaps I can establish some rapport, some extra-sensory connection, that will serve to guide me to her." Frost went immediately about his preparations as he spoke. "I want you to remain in the room when I go so that you will really believe that it can be done."
In silence Howard watched him don the headphones. The Professor stood still, eyes closed. He remained so for nearly fifteen minutes, then took a short step forward. The ear-phones clattered to the floor. He was gone.
Frost felt himself drift off into the timeless limbo which precedes transition. He noticed again that it was exactly like the floating sensation that ushers in normal sleep, and wondered idly, for the hundredth time, whether or not the dreams of sleep were real experiences. He was inclined to think they were. Then he recalled his mission with a guilty start, and concentrated hard on Estelle.
He was walking along a road, white in the sunshine. Before him were the gates of a city. The gateman stared at his odd attire, but let him pass. He hurried down the broad tree-lined avenue which (he knew) led from the space port to Capitol Hill. He turned aside into the Way of The Gods and continued until he reached the Grove of the Priestesses. There he found the house which he sought, its marble walls pink in the sun, its fountains tinkling in the morning breeze. He turned in.
The ancient janitor, nodding in the sun, admitted him to the house. The slender maidservant, barely nubile, ushered him into the inner chamber, where her mistress raised herself on one elbow and regarded her visitor through languid eyes. Frost addressed her,
"It is time to return, Estelle."
Her eyesbrows showed her surprise. "You speak a strange and barbarous tongue, old man, and yet, here is a mystery, for I know it. What do you wish of me?"
Frost spoke impatiently. "Estelle, I say it is time to return!"
"Return? What idle talk is this? Return where? And my name is Star-Light, not Ess Tell. Who are you, and from where do you come?" She searched his face, then pointed a slender finger at him. "I know you nowl You are out of my dreams. You were a Master and instructed me in the ancient wisdom."
"Estelle, do you remember a youth in those dreams?"
"That odd name again! Yes, there was a youth. He was sweet sweet and straight and tall like pine on the mountain. I have dreamed of him often," She swung about with a flash of long white limbs. "What of this youth?"
"He waits for you. It is time to return."
"Return! There is no return to the place of dreams!"
"I can lead you there."
"What blasphemy is this? Are you a priest, that you should practice magic? Why should a sacred courtesan go to the place of dreams?"
"There is no magic in it. He is heartsick at your loss. I will lead you back to him."
She hesitated, doubt in her eyes, then she replied, "Suppose you could; why should I leave my honorable sacred station for the cold nothingness of that dream?"
He answered her gently, "What does your heart tell you, Estelle?"
She stared at him, eyes wide, and seemed about to burst into tears. Then she flung herself across the couch, and showed him her back. A muffled voice answered him,
"Be off with you! There is no youth, except in my dreams. I'll seek him there!"
She made no further reply to his importunities. Presently he ceased trying and left with a heavy heart.
Howard seized him by the arm as he returned. "Well, Professor? Well? Did you find her?"
Frost dropped wearily into his chair. "Yes, I found her."
"Was she all right? Why didn't she come back with you?"
"She was perfectly well, but I couldn't persuade her to return."
Howard looked as if he had been slapped across the mouth. "Didn't you tell her I wanted her to come back?"
"I did, but she didn't believe me."
"Not believe you?"
"You see she's forgotten most of this life, Howard. She thinks you are simply a dream."
"But that's not possible!"
Frost looked more weary than ever. "Don't you think it is about time you stopped using that term, son?"
Instead of replying he answered, "Doctor, you must take me to her!" Frost looked dubious.
"Can't you do it?"
"Perhaps I could, if you have gotten over your disbelief, but still-"
"Disbelief! I've been forced to believe. Let's get busy."
Frost did not move. "I'm not sure that I agree. Howard, conditions are quite different where Estelle has gone. It suits her, but I'm not sure that it would be a kindness to take you through to her." "Why not? Doesn't she want to see me?" "Yes I think she does. I'm sure she would welcome you, but conditions are very different."
"I don't give a damn what the conditions are. Let's go."
Frost got up. "Very well. It shall be as you wish." He seated Jenkins in the easy chair and held the young man's eyes with his gaze. He spoke slowly in calm, unmodulated tonesFrost assisted Howard to his feet and brushed him off. Howard laughed and wiped the white dust of the road from his hands.
"Quite a tumble. Master. I feel as if some lout had pulled a stool from under me."